Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 97 - One Month to Mold Three More

He buried himself to the hilt.

Her nose pressed against his pelvis. His balls rested against her chin. Every single inch was inside her—down her throat, filling her esophagus, cutting off her air completely.

And then he came.

Yuna’s eyes rolled back.

"HNNNNGH—!"

Hot. Thick. It flooded her throat in pulses. Too much. Way too much. It backed up, filled her mouth, leaked from her nose in thick white streams.

She couldn’t swallow. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

Her hands fell limp at her sides.

Her body went slack.

And darkness swallowed her whole.

When Raven pulled his cock free, it emerged with an obscene schlorp. Cum poured from Yuna’s mouth and nose. Her eyes were rolled back, showing only whites. Tears and drool covered her face.

She collapsed sideways onto the tile. Unconscious. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, desperate gasps.

Behind him, Hana let out a broken sob.

"Haahh... hahh..."

She was still bent over the sink. Still gaping. Still leaking. Her thick body trembled violently, aftershocks of orgasm making her ass jiggle.

Raven looked at both of them. His two toys. Both destroyed. Both barely conscious.

He sighed. Almost disappointed.

"I guess for tonight," he said casually, tucking his still-hard cock back into his pants, "I’d need another woman." He glanced toward the bathroom door, as if considering going out to the mall to find someone. "Let’s get a hooker from the streets."

Then he snapped his fingers.

SNAP.

The sound echoed like a gunshot.

And the world twisted.

Yuna’s unconscious body vanished. Hana’s thick form disappeared. The three women who’d been lying in a heap near the door—the ones who’d fainted from shock—they vanished too.

All five of them. Gone in an instant.

The bathroom was empty again. Just tile and mirrors and the faint smell of sex and cleaning products.

Somewhere Else

The space felt like a big dark room in a huge mansion left untouched or maybe locked away; Raven Simply used his power to track down the most comfortable, luxurious room within the mansion he had previously visited.

Raven stood in the center of it, naked now. His cock hung heavy between his legs, still half-hard, cum dripping slowly from the tip onto the black reflective floor.

Behind him, scattered in a loose semi-circle, lay five bodies.

Yuna. Hana. And the three "unconscious" women from the bathroom.

All of them sprawled on their backs or sides. All of them trembling.

Because they weren’t unconscious anymore.

Raven turned slowly. His eyes swept over them. A small smile played at his lips as he saw favorable values over those women’s heads.

♡67% ♡81% ♡76%

"You all shouldn’t act like this," he said, his voice carrying easily through the silent void. He took a step forward. Knees bending slightly as he leaned down toward them. "What if I fucked you three like this?"

His shadow fell across them. Long. Dark. Consuming.

And that’s when it happened.

"—!"

All three women—the blonde, the brunette, the redhead—jerked violently.

Their eyes snapped open.

Wide. Panicked. Terrified.

"WAIT—" The blonde scrambled backward on her ass, feet slipping on the smooth floor. "WAIT WAIT WE PROMISE WE SAW NOTHING—!"

"I’M BLIND!" the brunette shrieked, slapping her hands over her eyes. But her fingers were spread wide, peeking through. "COMPLETELY BLIND—I CAN’T SEE ANYTHING—!"

The redhead was shaking her head so violently her hair whipped around her face. "I HAVE TWO KIDS—" Her voice cracked. "—TWO KIDS AT HOME WHO NEED THEIR MOTHER—!"

All three of them were shouting over each other. Hands waving. Stumbling over their own limbs as they tried to backpedal away from him.

The blonde’s heel caught on nothing. She fell backward, landing hard on her ass with a yelp.

The brunette crawled sideways, still covering her eyes, and crashed directly into the redhead.

They went down in a tangle of limbs and panicked screaming.

Raven just... watched.

His expression shifted from predatory to vaguely amused. Almost confused.

And then his cock—still hanging there, visible, undeniable—began to rise.

Slowly.

Heavily.

It lifted from its resting position. Thickening. Hardening. Until it stood fully erect. Nine inches. Thick as a wrist. The head flushed dark and leaking.

All three women froze.

Their eyes locked onto it like prey watching a predator.

Raven’s smile widened. Slow. Dangerous.

"You all three look ravishing," he purred, his voice dripping with dark amusement. He tilted his head. "Want to do a threesome?"

"NO—!"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT—!"

"MY HUSBAND WILL KILL ME—!"

The blonde scrambled to her feet, nearly tripping over her own pencil skirt in her desperation to run.

But there was nowhere to go.

Just endless black void in every direction.

The brunette’s glasses were crooked on her face. She pushed them up with trembling fingers, eyes darting around for an exit that didn’t exist.

The redhead had grabbed the blonde’s arm like a lifeline. Both of them shaking. Both staring at Raven’s cock like it was a loaded weapon.

"Please," the redhead whispered, her voice breaking. "We didn’t see anything. We don’t even know who you are—"

"We were just peeing—" the blonde added desperately.

"—very normal bathroom activities—" the brunette chimed in, nodding so hard her neck looked like it might snap.

Raven took another step forward.

All three women flinched backward simultaneously.

"I’m married—" the blonde tried.

"I’m a lesbian—" the brunette lied badly.

"I have—did I mention I have kids? Two of them. Very small. Very needy—" The redhead’s voice pitched higher with each word.

Raven’s grin never faltered. If anything, it grew.

"Fine, whatever," Raven said, his voice dropping to something calmer. Almost reasonable. "Either way, you all three have seen too much. Serve me for a month, I will let you all go."

The words hung in the air like a contract written in smoke.

The blonde’s mouth opened. Closed. Her pencil skirt was twisted around her hips from all the scrambling. "A month?" Her voice cracked on the word. "A whole—that’s—that’s insane—"

"We have jobs—" the brunette stammered, her glasses still crooked. "Families—responsibilities—"

"My kids—" the redhead tried again, but her voice was weaker now. Less convinced.

Raven tilted his head. Then, slowly, deliberately, he lowered himself down.

His knees bent. His body folded. Until he was sitting on the cold tile floor, legs crossed loosely, completely naked, his still-hard cock resting heavy against his thigh.

The casual movement—the way he made himself smaller, less threatening—caught them all off guard.

"Just one month," he repeated, his purple eyes sweeping across all three faces. His voice was soft now. Coaxing. "And naturally, you will all be free. I promise."

The blonde’s breath hitched.

"Don’t you also deserve to have a good life?"

He leaned forward slightly. Not aggressive. Just... present. His elbows rested on his knees. His hands hung loose between his legs. Every line of his body was open. Relaxed.

Beautiful.

The thought hit all three of them at once.

The blonde’s eyes traced the sharp cut of his jaw. The way the dim light caught on his cheekbones. His skin was flawless—smooth, unblemished, like something carved from marble and brought to life.

The brunette’s gaze dropped to his chest. Defined. Athletic. Not bulky, but lean and perfect. Every muscle visible beneath skin that seemed to glow faintly in the darkness.

The redhead stared at his face. At those eyes. Purple fading to violet fading back to purple, like a living sunset. They held her. Pulled her in. Made her forget—just for a second—where she was. What was happening.

He was mesmerizing.

The blonde’s lips trembled. She tried to look away. Couldn’t.

"One month," she whispered, more to herself than anyone else. "Just... just one month?"